Archive for June, 2012

This week things have been progressing rapidly with the building of our new home. The framers have been here daily, working from the crack of dawn til late evening putting together what is essentially the skeleton of the project. And let me tell you, I’m 100% sure, but some of these men appear to have had at least a basic level of training from The University of Cirque du Soleil. The way they walk across some of those skinny beams, unharnessed and so far off the ground makes me cringe. Yet I continue to look, just so I look away all freaked out.

Yesterday evening, when everyone had left for the day, we took a minute to walk around and assess the progression of not only the outside, but the inside. Yes, there is now an inside forming before our very eyes. And of course we had to take baby Keane on the tour so he can add his stamp of approval to his soon to be new residence.

The back side of the house and of course another “Where’s Crookie?” moment captured in this photo.

The view of the house from the deck of our current not f’real home. And a not so subtle ” Where’s Dexter?” moment.

The power in our house has definitely shifted to the tinniest and newest member of the family. Keane has taken over like a wild fire in a rain deprived forrest. I wish I could say the transition has been flawless, but its been tough. Never have I felt more depleted in all my life. Sleep is rare and as a result the emotions are high. There has been many a tearful middle of the night phone call to my parents, looking for reassurance that everything the baby is and is not doing is normal. Everything we as parents are and are not doing is also completely normal. Its such a roller coaster and its hard, way hard, but we have our eye on the prize now and every time he yawns, touches his head or follows our voices with his gaze, all of a sudden its completely worth it.

Welcome Keane Bruce Doyle. He arrived 2 weeks early. On my weekly visit to the doctor on Tuesday there were some complications with both mine and baby’s blood pressure and heart rate, so the decision was made to admit us both to hospital and induce labor. 36 hours later, (I can’t even talk about the brutality of those hours right now) baby Keane arrived, weighing in at 6 lbs 4 oz. Everybody is doing great right now, exhausted but elated.

I’m still pregnant. Baby has decided not to make a break for it just yet. I swear, at this stage its starting to feel like someone is moving the goal posts and adjusting the finish line so that I’m doomed to be pregnant forever. True I have not yet hit my due date, but there is no crime against coming early and I communicate this to baby Shinkins-Dolye multiple times a day, especially in those moments when he likes to dance kick his way around my ribcage.

On a positive note, I think The Husband and I could maybe do with the extra time. We took a Baby 101 class last week to help us prepare and perfect our rookie like skills in swaddling, bathing, nappy (diaper) changing and feeding. We were each given our own fake baby for the evening and told at no point was the baby to leave our arms. We could ask our spouse to hold the baby during any necessary bathroom visits and here is The Husband, “watching” his own baby and my baby while I took one of 3 million trips to the bathroom. I’m no professional, but shouldn’t most of his focus be directed towards the care of our fake babies and less towards his phone?